Revering Heaven, you rule below;Be that your base, your coping still;'Tis Heaven neglected bids o'erflowThe measure of Italian ill.Now Pacorus and Monaeses twiceHave given our unblest arms the foil;Their necklaces, of mean device;Smiling they deck with Roman spoil.Our city, torn by faction's throes,Dacian and Ethiop well-nigh razed,These with their dreadful navy, thoseFor archer-prowess rather praised.An evil age erewhile debasedThe marriage-bed, the race, the home;Thence rose the flood whose waters wasteThe nation and the name of Rome.Not such their birth, who stain'd for usThe sea with Punic carnage red,Smote Pyrrhus, smote Antiochus,And Hannibal, the Roman's dread.